Текст песни Л.Кулакова - Как любила она рисовать...

How she loved to draw,
She did not like nothing ever.
Spending time on every little thing.
In dark paint until the morning.

As I loved "money down the drain":
In pastel, watercolor and ink.
Washed free of corrosive paint,
For the whole day taking a shower.

How to put up any word
Parents, relatives, friends:
"Drawing life is not arranged,
Be just a little you're an adult! "

As I cried bitterly over the paint,
On the floor became a blue spot.
As his hand reached for the brush,
Once again, forgetting everything else.

How she loved to draw,
No one has ever loved.
On the floor, spreading the paint,
Outside the window, the flying ...